Marg had always been my favourite aunt.Always.She was my mother's sister,even though
they weren't much alike.Aunt Marg was a hell of a lot more caring than my mother had
ever been.She was always there for me in my life.For example,my mother used to go out
to the bar every Friday and Saturday night,and aunt Marg would take all of us kids
for the weekend.We'd have so much fun that I'd want to stay for weeks at a time.But
then aunt Marg's husband died and she moved to Canada to start a new life.So,we
barely got to see her since then.It really surprised me when she showed up at the
hospital.
"Avery..." she came over to me and hugged the hell out of me.I didn't mind so
much,though,as I did with mom.
"Hey,aunt Marg.What are you doing here?" I asked,cheerfully,but still in total
shock.
"Your mother called me and told me everything,Avery.I'm so sorry," she sat down
on the bed next to me and held my hand.
"Aunt Marg,it's okay.I'm okay.I'm so glad you're here,though.I've really missed
you," I grinned.I was seriously so happy that she was there.
"What happened to you,Avery?This is horrible," she stared at my face,which I
hadn't gotten a chance to look at yet.
"Fight.I'm fine.Quite happy,actually.So,hey,how long are you here for?'Cause I
wanna hang out,but look at me," I laughed.
"That's kind of why I'm here." Aunt Marg looked over at my mother,who
nodded."Your mother was talking to me yesterday on the phone after school,and she
thinks that she can't handle you guys." So that's what she was talking about
on the phone.I laughed out loud,thinking about how I'd thought she was talking about
her pills.Aunt Marg gave me a strange look,but continued."Well...I thought I'd help
out by letting you live with me for a while."
I nearly fell off of the hospital bed in excitement.Was she serious?
"Really?" I gaped.
"Yes.You don't deserve this life.You've got so much more going for you," she
rubbed my forehead.
"So,I'm coming to live with you?" I hit myself a few times to make sure I wasn't
dreaming.
"You and June."
"Where's Brendan and Emily going?" I asked,then realized that I didn't really
care.I was out of that house,out of that life.
Aunt Marg hesitated."They...uh,they don't want to come.They like their living
situation."
Well,I was about to tell her why they liked their living situation,but I
decided to keep my mouth shut.
"So,when are we leaving?"
"When you recover."
"When will that be?" I looked over at Dr.Schwimmer.
"We can't determine it right away,but I'm thinking close to a week.You're making
better progress than we thought you would," he nodded.
A week.I could live in the hospital for a week.It was better than living with my
"family".I guess you can call them that.
"What about my stuff?" I asked again.I wouldn't leave without my stuff.Stuff as
in my iPod,my guitar,and my stuffed bear Lulu.I couldn't leave without my stuff such
as my CD rack,my studded belt and my bottle of axe.I know,I have such lame
priorities,but I'm just...different.I'm just me.And that's something I haven't
felt like sharing in a long time.But maybe now I could.Maybe now I'd be accepted.
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Sorry about the lack of story lately.I've had two tests in the last week,and I have
one tomorrow.
This weekend there should be lots more.Unless I'm lazy. xD

Last edited: 14 May 2009

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